| He Grew In New York. Died In Miami. |
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The African returned from New York. I am sad to say but I liked him better while he was gone. He called me twice during the week he was gone. Those two phone calls were the best conversations we have ever had. He was open about the way he felt. He was also compromising about plans for my birthday. I could hear in the tone of his voice that he was enjoying our conversation. I talked to him a few hours ago. The moment he said hello I could hear by the tone of his voice that he was being standoffish. He even went as far as acting like he did not remember our conversation. He is not usually standoffish but every time we grow by him opening up he cuts off his water supply. I don't know what it is about the New York snow that brought out that side of him. I have to believe he was being true to himself then again it may have just been the weather.
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